Sutulin lives in a tiny, cramped room in a communal Soviet apartment. A mysterious stranger knocks on his door and offers him a promotional sample of Quadraturin, a miracle product that promises to enlarge interior spaces. Sutulin takes up the offer, with surprising consequences…

A town on the borderlands of Texas. A place out of time. A desert where strange lights dance in the night sky. A mecca for lovers of minimalist art. A landscape of lost horses, freaks and food trucks. And then there’s the giant lemon.

Haunting images from England’s northern coastline coalesce into the tableaux-like meditation on a lost era. The mesmerising power of the sea contrasts with the vivid re-enacting of the tragic death of a coal miner. The sublime post-industrial landscape gleams in the photographs of Sirkka-Liisa Konttinen, accompanied by a New York based percussion group.

Lithuania’s oldest factory breathes life into the next generation of workers and the clay bricks they toil to produce. The spaces, their textures and sounds, transport us to an uncertain, mysterious dimension. The decrepit factory, the Sisyphean labour it extracts, presents us with our own mortality. Like bricks we are but clay.

Only an old man, his grandson and some goats remained in a relocated village of Loess Plateau region. Holding a business in the town, the old man’s son wanted his son to go to downtown school.When old man’s son asked his father to go to the town once again, the old man had no choice to agree his son’s request and hoped they could leave a few days later after setting the goats free.However, ewes died for difficult lambing and the other goats returned home after expelled, everything is wistful…